Defensive Driving with Wine

Just so you don’t forget me while I’m on sabbatical, here’s a little something I wrote awhile back.  Be sure to click the “fog lights” link in the post – you’ll be glad you did!

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I bet if I speed up, I can get onto the expressway before that truck! Who cares that the on-ramp is only one lane wide?

The car insurance bill came in the mail.  I nearly had a heart attack – the premium was going up by $75 a month (an additional $600 per year)?!  WTF?  I hadn’t received a ticket, hadn’t had an accident, hadn’t even been pulled over.  By calling my agent, I learned that my premium had gone up because my 3-year defensive driving course had lapsed.  If both my husband and I take a renewal course before June 15, we can drop the premium back to what it was.

The agent asked, did we prefer to take the course on-line or at a physical location?  Well, duh – if I take it on-line at home, I can get up and do other stuff while the state-regulated timer is counting down.  Heck, I’ve taken this course before, and it never changes.

So here I am on a beautiful spring weekend, renewing my defensive driving skills.

I was able to skip the first chapter because there were technical problems which required help from the on-line chat representative – nearly half an hour lost, so she credited me for the time.

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Hey, it worked for Andy Warhol!

After the second chapter, it was time for lunch – that darn timer said I still had 15 minutes to spend on that chapter, so off I went to make some soup.  Which I ate while finishing the third chapter.

I had forgotten that it is a comedy course:

STOP means stop – of course, but not if you’re on a real city street with real city drivers.  And especially not if you’re on an especially bad section of town where stopping might get you shot. (Don’t worry about a ticket – cops won’t stop there, either.)

The law requires you to signal a turn or lane change – I still do that, but then I’m old enough to have been taught it.  For everyone else, it seems to be ok to make a right turn from the far left lane whenever you damn well please.

Chapter 4 – 30 minutes on speeding?  Heck, I already know how to speed.  Time to clean the bathroom.

Chapter 6 – 50 minutes?  Sheesh.  Come on, Cody, let’s go outside and play awhile.

Play time over.  Both pooped out.  Let’s take a nap.

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[Much later]

Oops.  The Course!  Damn, now I’ll probably have to log back in.  Sigh.  Hope I don’t have to do on-line chat again! (Sounds a little naughty, doesn’t it? Whoever said defensive driving courses couldn’t be fun?)

Chapter 7 – adverse conditions.  Love those fog lights!

Winter driving tips – Remove now and ice from all vehicle windows, mirrors and lights prior to driving.

(Or you could just scrape off a 2-inch square directly in front of your face and just take your chances like other people do).

5:00 p.m.  Cody needs her walk before dinner.

Now dinner – still 2 more chapters to go.

GOT WINE?

[Much later]

Chapter 9 – Driving Under the Influence.  Hmm, time for wine.

[A little later]

Chapter 10 – Final Chapter!  Yay!  Time for more wine!

Taking the on-line defensive driving course was not my favorite way to spend a Sunday, but it will save me $600 on my annual car insurance premium (assuming I can get hubby to take it, too).  Woo-hoo!

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YOU KNOW IT’S TIME TO CUT YOUR GRASS WHEN … (Guest Post by Nick Claussen)

Tired of my re-blogged posts?  Me, too.  Thankfully, blogger Nick Claussen is willing to step in and entertain all of us.  Please join me in welcoming Nick.  Once you’ve enjoyed his guest post, hop on over to his site (Nickworthy) – you’ll be glad you did!

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You know it’s time to cut your grass when…

by Nick Claussen

I am a big fan of Cordelia’s Mom’s blog, so I was honored when she asked me to send in a guest post. I don’t have any good car wash stories (you should read that post by her if you haven’t had the chance to yet), so I have some lawn care tips here to help you better understand when it’s time to cut your grass.

On summer days when I don’t have much to do, I really like getting the old lawnmower out and cutting the grass. I am one of those people who loves the smell of cut grass, the look of a fresh cut lawn and the satisfaction of making the lawn look nice on a warm summer day.

At the same time, though, I’m also one of those people who enjoys watching television, reading and procrastinating. So basically, I like cutting the grass, but far too often I get behind on it and it starts looking overgrown.

Here are a few signs that tell me that I can’t put it off anymore and that I need to cut the grass.

  • On a summer evening when you would usually hear the cool breeze whistle through the leaves, you instead hear it rustling through the tall waves of grass in your yard.
  • You walk by your lawnmower and then engine grumbles to let you know that it’s hungry.
  • When you look out your window, you see that girl from Little House on the Prairie running through your yard.
  • When you actually do take your lawnmower out into the grass, the engine quickly stops out of fear.
  • You can’t find your sidewalk.
  • You can’t find your dog.
  • When you are standing in the grass, you can’t even find your feet.
  • The sheriff’s department sends a helicopter over your yard to see what you are growing and to check to see if you are hiding anything.
  • It’s the only time of the year that the cat doesn’t want to go outside.
  • The guy down the road from you whose yard is filled with junk and whose house looks like it is about ready to fall in stops and asks if you can do something about your lawn.
  • Your knees get grass stained just from walking through the yard.
  • You spot a crew from the Animal Planet television network filming a nature program in your front yard.
  • The government designates your lawn as either a nature preserve or a wetland.
  • Sheep start walking down the street, licking their lips while looking at your yard.
  • You can’t find the garden.
  • You can’t even find the swing set anymore.
  • People stop by to ask if they can purchase hay from you.
  • You can’t walk in your yard without stepping in dog poop, because you can’t see where the dog poop is.
  • When you lie down in the grass, you find that you can make grass angels.
  • Your children start rolling up balls of grass and building grassmen.
  • You’re scared to walk in the grass because of the wild animals that may be in the yard. You’re not worried about not being able to see snakes or raccoons anymore, though. Now you’re worried about not seeing deer, bears or even moose.
  • People start giving tours of your yard.
  • Your neighbors put up “For Sale” signs in front of your yard hoping that you will move and that someone who will cut the grass will buy the property.
  • Instead of offering to cut your grass for a price, your neighbors offer to pay you to let them clean up the front yard.
  • The grass is so tall that it’s all that you think about. You know that when you finally get it cut, it will stop weighing on your mind and you will feel great about it, but instead of actually doing the work you choose to write another dumb column about the tall grass in your lawn.

 

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Yup, I hear you, Nick.  This is Memorial Day weekend, and many of us should be out mowing our lawns.  Here in my neighborhood, it’s raining – again – but that’s ok because it keeps the loony neighbors in.  Keeps it quiet, and allows me to stay in, relax, play some videogames – and let other people do my blogging work for me. 

Nick – you are awesome! Thanks so much for helping me out during my sabbatical – and please, please come guest post again!

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Nick Claussen and I love to hear from our readers. You may comment on this post, comment on my Facebook or Twitter pages, or email me at cordeliasmom2012@yahoo.com .  To contact Nick directly, hop on over to his site: Nickworthy

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First grass image by Cordelia’s Mom; other images by Nick Claussen

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“There’s a towel on your windshield!”

Going to the car wash today?

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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI had just gone through the car wash, and my car had been wiped.  As I was about to pull out into traffic, I glanced at the car next to me, which was also about to pull out.  A blue wiping towel had been left right in front of that driver’s face by the wiper blades.  How could she not see that?

I started shouting, and waving my arms, pointing at her windshield.  She waved back and made an “I can’t hear you” sign.

Granted, I had shown some annoyance when I first followed her vehicle through the car wash, because she had so much trouble trying to position it on the track. (It’s not that hard, people!)  Probably, she thought I was continuing my inappropriate comments (there was no way she could have heard them, but she might have glanced back and noticed my mouth moving).

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A Good Old Boy

I’ve been thinking about this sweet pup lately. Hope this story makes you love him, too.

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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERASherman was the best dog ever!

You’ve all read about my dog, Cody, and most of you have read about Riggsie and Morgan.  Every one of them is/was special.

But Sherman was one of my first.

It was the early 1970s.  I was in my first marriage.  I had recently purchased a pure-bred Siberian Husky which I named Bandit, and since I worked all day, I thought getting her a playmate would be wise.  So I perused the paper and found an ad for mixed-breed puppies.  And that’s how I got Squeaker.  She was the runt of a litter of mixed hound/chihuahuas – a little brown ball of fur.

Bandit didn’t like Squeaker, and Bandit was much bigger.  So Squeaker found a new home with our elderly, lonely Uncle, who took her in and loved her.  But Squeaker was sneaky and got out of the house one night and apparently found…

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